Scary Norwegian prices and did I scare my new flatmate?

Had a long week at work this week, it is getting closer to placement deadline, which means the parents of the 20 or so kids that don't have a host family in the States yet are going out of their skin, worrying if something is wrong with their little offspring, or if their application has fallen behind a desk and or thrown out with the trash, or why on earth little Johnny or Emma doesn't have a hostfamily yet! So, I've learnt this animated speech "No, nothing to worry abouth" "We haven't lost Dottie's application" "We've always managed to place our students" "It just takes some time to find the perfect match for Cesar" "Schools don't start til September" and radarada.

Anyway, most parent believe me, and hang up, while some just keep going and going and going and in the end I was really glad it was Friday (yesterday) and went off to meet Astrid. We made a fabulous prawn, melon, ham, rasberry, white wine dinner/dessert with two more girls (the sewing club as Frederic, Astrid's boyfriend called it), and had a great time at her place last night. Then they we're heading out, I was seriously lacking some sleep after following students to the airport at 6am in the morning, so was ready to head home. The annoying thing in Norway is that a taxiride never costs less than $20 (100NOK). Usually you are $40-$60 poorer when you get home, and with the wish of doing some shopping in NY, I did not feel like an overexpensive taxi-ride home. So I headed with the girls down to Oslo CBD, and just walked home to my new home. Locked myself into the new apartment and realized one of the guys hadn't gone on holiday yet, but quietly went to bed. Then this morning at 5.15am I woke up because someone was emptying the dishwasher (good flatmate!!) and was wondering whether I should pop my head out and say hi, or if that would scare the living deadlight out of him, someone just exiting the room noone appaearantly was living in at the moment. Well, I was hoping for the best and said hi, and he, Kent William, was just about to head off to Lithuania for a holiday with his girlfriend. So, now the place is just "mine" for the next week, but I'll get myself to Ikea and relly get a nice place by the end of the month. Everyone is welcome by the way!

So, now I've gotta check out how long time it takes to walk from this new place to my job. It takes 23 minutes by tram and I'll do my best to beat it.

Have a lovely weekend, Oslo is hitting 30 degrees, and it is definitively global warming working overtime!

So long!

xx